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Dear Elizabeth,

         I have found myself distracted in every way possible since I wrote that first letter. I stuck it in an empty rum bottle, and I tucked it away in the storage.
         All I've thought about is you. Your beautiful eyes, beautiful voice, beautiful determination. There is no other woman in this world who has captured my attention as you have. My mind is dedicated to getting me back to Port Royal at all costs.
        I've tried everything I could possibly think of to get you off my mind, savvy? I didn't eat for many days, only seeking comfort in rum and water. Gibbs called me a fool for and ordered that I be eating at some point in time, or else he'd--how'd he say?--shove a brass spoon of oats down my throat. I tried to sleep less to fight off my dreams of you, and Anamaria punched me so hard that she knocked me out. They don't know that my dreams are plagued with...dreams of you. Dreams of what I wish I could do with you. Dreams of things that shall never pass due to your current engagement with William Turner. And I wish no harm upon him...just that you might reject him and somehow fall madly in love with me instead. Savvy?

All My Love,

Jack

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